My first childhood love played this song for me in his car, while he caressed my body and kissed me all over. We met each other in high school. I was in girls high, and he was in boys high. His sister, my classmate and friend, introduced me to him. We attended the high school dance together. Our first names rhyme, so my classmates used to tease me and sing ‘Helen and ______ sitting in a tree, K__I__S__S__I__N__G’! We had an innocent and sweet love.
We reunited shortly by chance when I was in university. He is a passionate and romantic person. But for some reason, I was unable to accept his love back then.
If I had chosen him, instead of my medical school boyfriend, then I don’t think I would have been in a long-term abusive relationship. I may have even married him, have three kids, and perhaps, even ten grandkids by now. Who knows?
The Twelfth of Never
You ask how much I need you, must I explain?
I need you, oh my darling, like roses need rain.
You ask how long I’ll love you; I’ll tell you true:
Until the twelfth of never, I’ll still be loving you.
Hold me close, never let me go.
Hold me close, melt my heart like April snow.
I’ll love you till the bluebells forget to bloom;
I’ll love you till the clover has lost its perfume.
I’ll love you till the poets run out of rhyme,
Until the twelfth of never and that’s a long, long time.